stray. C /d /e /f G C We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape. City's just a jungle, more games to play. Trapped in the heart of it, trying to get away. I was raised in the country, I been working in the town. I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down. G /a /b /c Got nothing for you, I had nothing before /d /e F G Don't even have anything for myself anymore G /a /b /c Sky full of fire, pain pouring down /d /e F G Nothing you can sell me, I'll see you around. All my powers of express (xguitar.com)